CEO's NO.1 Sweetheart

Bai Hee knew that the reason Han Muyang gave her so much face was because of Tang Wanting. Recently, Han Muyang had been to Imperial Hall more often. When he went, he always asked her to accompany him. He gave her a lot of tips, basically asking about Tang Wanting.    

    

She knew what was going on and immediately smiled. "Mr. Han, Wanting, please come in!"    

    

Bai Hee welcomed Han Muyang and Tang Wanting to the main seat and sat down. There were already a lot of people gathered inside. Most of them were the little sisters of Imperial Hall, and there were also some guests who came to support them.    

    

When they saw Han Muyang, everyone came up to greet him one by one.    

    

Han Muyang did not put on any airs. He smiled gently and greeted people.    

    

The club was reserved by Bai Hee's old good friend, Brother Chen. They ate on the eighth floor, and after eating, they played on the third floor.    

    

Tang Wanting sat next to Han Muyang during dinner. He had been taking care of Tang Wanting and helping her prepare the dishes and serve her soup. Someone actually blocked the wine for her when she toasted to him.    

    

Because of Han Muyang, Tang Wanting did not drink much. After eating, everyone turned to the third floor to continue playing.    

    

The two-meter-tall cake was pushed in. Bai Hee wore a crown and cut the cake with a smile on her face. Everyone surrounded her and sang a birthday song.    

    

They were all people in the field. When they played, they started to go crazy. They did not need to pay attention to their face and status like the upper class.    

    

Bai Hee's face was covered with cream, and she was forced to drink with Brother Chen.    

    

The atmosphere became lively. Under the stimulation of alcohol, everyone tore off their disguises, drank, played dice, danced and even sang at the top of their lungs. All of a sudden, it was a mess.    

    

Such a noisy atmosphere made Tang Wanting look at Han Muyang. He was not surprised at all and still looked calm and composed.    

    

Seeing Tang Wanting look at him, he turned his head and looked at Tang Wanting. "Why are you looking at me?"    

    

"Nothing. Why don't we go and sing a song?"    

    

"Sure?" Han Muyang immediately agreed.    

    

He clicked on North Pole Snow, and when the music started playing, Han Muyang's gentle voice sounded. Under the North Pole Snow, there was no loneliness. Whoever missed him was his wait.    

    

His voice was pure, like a lover whispering to each other.    

    

Tang Wanting sweetly followed up. If you ask me whether I am happy, lonely, or lonely,    

    

The two of them looked at each other and smiled. They sang together in tacit understanding, Holding your hand and touching my hand, feeling my pulse. You have to try to understand, try to feel your heart and heart, and then you will be able to see happiness and sadness. Maybe my tears and my smile are just a perfect performance.    

    

The originally noisy scene suddenly quieted down because of Tang Wanting and Han Muyang's chorus. Everyone looked at the pair of male and female attendants and gently clapped their hands together.    

    

After the song was finished, there was a round of applause from the private room.    

    

Since the beginning of the song, how could it end with just one song? Following that, the two of them sang together again, Romance of Guangdao, Lovesick in the Storms of Lovesick.    

    

Their warm singing brought along the atmosphere. Everyone also began to sing. Han Muyang drank too much, saying that he was dizzy and went outside to sober up.    

    

Tang Wanting continued to sit in the private room and play. When she heard the phone ring, she picked it up and saw that it was Ye Zhiqiu.    

    

Tang Wanting got up and took the phone outside.    

    

Ye Zhiqiu did not know that Han Muyang also went to Bai Hee's birthday party and only knew when he brought Lu Wanxin to the banquet venue.    

    

At that time, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. Han Muyang must have done it on purpose. Obviously, he was looking for a chance to get close to Tang Wanting again.    

    

They must be sitting together, eating, drinking, and chatting. Thinking of Tang Wanting's charming attire tonight, Ye Zhiqiu's heart was burning with anxiety.    

    

That bastard Han Muyang must be staring at Tang Wanting. He really wanted to grow wings and fly over immediately.    

    

After being absent-minded for a while, he really could not help but go outside and call Tang Wanting.    

    

Once the call was connected, he was angry. "Is Han Muyang there?"